Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon
Chapter 60
Audrey’s POV:
Casparx head slowly tilted to the side until it came to test on my shoulder, settling against me comfortably.
He stirred slightly, his breath warm against my neck.
“Why do you smell so nice?” he murmured, his voice thick and languid.
I stiffened. This wasn’t the Caspar Thornton I knew. This version was unguarded, almost childlike in his directness.
“You’re not yourself right now, I told him gently. It’s better to speak less.”
He mumbled something in response, the words slurring together into an unintelligible mess.
I thought he had understood me and would remain quiet, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry about earlier. At the bar. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s fine,” I said, unsure how to respond to this unexpected vulnerability. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”
He leaned in closer, his face brushing against my neck. I froze as I felt his lips graze my skin, his breath warm as he nuzzled the sensitive area below my ear.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his words vibrating against my throat. “Like silk…”
I didn’t want to engage with him when he clearly wasn’t in his right mind.
I tried to create some distance between us, gently pressing against his shoulder, but in the confined space of the car, my efforts were futile. His larger frame barely budged.
“Caspar,” I whispered firmly, “you need to sit up.”
But Caspar clearly couldn’t comprehend what I was saying.
His head swayed against my neck with each movement of the car, his forehead occasionally pressing against my collarbone.
When the car hit a small bump, his face shifted and his lips accidentally brushed against my earlobe, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
*Please don’t move around,” I said, my voice coming out higher than intended.
From the front seat, James glanced at us through the rearview mirror.
His eyes widened slightly, and before I could explain, he reached for a button on the dashboard. The privacy partition between the front and back seats
began to rise smoothly.
“Wait, that’s not-” I started to protest, but the partition had already closed with a soft click.
Thankfully, Caspar seemed to grow uncomfortable with his position and straightened himself up, releasing me from the weight of his body.
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I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly copped my face between his hands.
“Who made you sad today?” he asked, his voice dropping to a protective growl. “Tell me, and I will help you teach them a lesson.”
I sighed internally. Why was he so talkative while medicated?
I turned my head away, hoping to arrive at the estate soon enough.
But Caspar doesn’t intend to let me go. His hand gently but firmly caught my chin, turning my face back toward his.
“Why aren’t you answering me?” he asked, his thumb brushing across my cheek.“Are you still angry?”
My breath caught as he leaned closer, his face now inches from mine. His intention was unmistakable as his gaze dropped to my lips.
In a moment of panic, I placed my hands on his shoulders.
‘I’m not angry at all,” I said quickly, gently pushing him back toward his side of the seat. “We’re almost home. Just sit quietly for a few more minutes, okay?”
He allowed me to guide him back, his expression confused but compliant.
I quickly lowered the window, letting the cool night air rush in. The fresh breeze was a relief against my flushed skin, but it did nothing to calm my racing
heart, which seemed determined to pound its way out of my chest.
As I watched Caspar from the corner of my eye, a sudden realization hit me.
His current state–vulnerable, uninhibited, almost tender–reminded me vividly of that night in London.
Was he under the influence of this medication then too? It would explain so much about his uncharacteristic behavior that night, the way he’d looked at me with such raw desire, so different from his usual cold demeanor.
That must be it, I thought, the pieces finally clicking into place.
The revelation sent a strange mix of relief and disappointment through me.
When we arrived at the estate, Edward was waiting at the entrance. His normally impassive face showed concern when he saw Caspar’s condition.
“It happened again, sir?” he asked James, who nodded grimly.
Together, they helped Caspar out of the car and into the house.
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked Edward as they settled Caspar in his bedroom.
Edward closed Caspar’s door before responding. “Yes, Ms. Lane. This happens occasionally. He’ll be himself by morning.”
“What exactly is wrong with him?” I pressed. “Is it serious?”
Edward hesitated. ‘I’m afraid I can’t discuss the details of Mr. Thornton’s health. It’s a private family matter.”
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His expression softened slightly. “But I can assure you, his condition is manageable. He simply needs to take his medication when symptoms appear.”
I understand,” I said. Then I go back first if there’s nothing else.”
I was about to turn and leave when I saw Noah standing in the hallway, looking groggy and sleepy.
Audrey? Why are you here?
Edward and I exchanged a glance, silently agreeing not to mention Caspar’s condition.
‘I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to see how you were doing, I said, offering him a gentle smile.
Noah’s eyes immediately brightened, all traces of sleepiness vanishing. ‘Really? You came just to see me?”
He padded over to me, looking up with hopeful eyes. “Will you stay? Can you read me a story before bed?”
“It’s getting quite late, Ms. Lane, Edward said, glancing at his watch. “Perhaps you might consider staying the night? Noah would certainly appreciate the
company.”
Looking down at Noah’s expectant face, I felt something twist in my heart.
This little boy’s life suddenly seemed so fragile to me–his mother nowhere in the picture, and now his father lying sick in bed.
That filled me with an unexpected wave of protectiveness.
“Alright, I agreed, my hand automatically reaching to smooth Noah’s hair. “I’ll stay. I’d love to read you a story.”
Noah’s face lit up with such joy. He took my hand and led me toward his bedroom.
I spent the next hour in Noah’s room, reading him stories until his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
“Goodnight, little one,” I whispered, gently tucking the blanket around him.
Then I returned to the guest room, exhausted.
A knock on the door woke me the next morning.
Disoriented, I sat up in bed, momentarily forgetting where I was.
“Ms. Lane? Caspar’s voice came through the door clearly. “Are you awake?”
I scrambled out of bed, my consciousness returning instantly.
Just a minute!” I called, frantically trying to smooth my hair and clothes.
When I opened the door, Caspar stood there looking impeccable in a tailored suit, every trace of last night’s vulnerability erased.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
